Bud Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

Bud



I can hear the red buds calling
Calling to each other
Asking how they've been
Sharing stories from the past

Winter

I can see the leaves uncurling
Reaching, twisting, turning
Stretching
Growing moist with color

I can know
This moment I see

Is all a reflection of me

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